Truth... it sucks.

Jamie wrote a post yesterday about the stress of a first time mommy.

It struck a cord with me and out came this post.

The truth hurts sometimes.

The truth is: my life isn't all fun and games. I promise. From the outside looking in, it may seem that way. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, "MckMama's life seems so structured, organized and fun. She does everything right." Then I remember that her posts are only a small part of her life. I'm sure there is chaos. What would life be without chaos?

The stories I tell are only bits and pieces from my hectic day.

I don't replay my entire day or life to you because, frankly, you probably don't want to hear it.

My blog is only about 2% of what my life really is.

You don't read the story about how I cried in the middle of the kitchen floor after my two year old pushed a vase off of the table. The vase just so happened to be full of M&Ms. I was trying to do a fun craft. A craft that went terribly wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

You don't read the story about how I yell at the husband for always asking me where something is before he even looks for it himself.

You don't read about the hubs yelling at me for not washing his clothes.

You don't read the story about me being covered in spit-up while rushing out the door just to sit back down to cry about it.

You don't read the story about me trying to type a post and Caroline laying in the middle of the floor screaming because I won't play Boom Boom Pow.

You don't read the story about me trying to type a post while Emma is screaming in the monitor beside me, ready to get out of her crib. The worst part? I just put her in it less than 3 minutes ago. I'm.serious.

The past two weeks have been difficult. I don't know why specifically.

Caroline hasn't napped well. She hasn't slept well at night either.

She screams instead of talks.

She yells instead of sings.

She is a loud child.

I haven't been able to put Em down. She is permanently strapped to my body. I carry around an extra 16 pounds all day, every day. Let me be the first to thank God for the invention of Baby Bjorns and HotSlings.

I'm tired. God blessed me with not one but TWO children that hate to sleep. Seriously.

I don't usually complain.

I usually share my funny stories.

I usually share those moments in life that make me smile, laugh, or just seem interesting.

Today, I share the truth.

And guess what? The truth sucks sometimes.